Chapter 3
Baren Thoughts
First person pespective
Yamiko
A few days had passed and Yamiko was growing accustomed to dealing with Yuri, the girl was suprisingly somber, Yamiko took the facts into account and figured this must have been some the girl's real personality. She seemed to be shy and soft spoken around people she didn't know, in particular she did not seem very fond of Hiro the Dragon, no suprise realy he was a lidies man. I was the one who seemed to be having the most problems, I found my self unconciously trailing the girl's steps with my eyes and lingering just a little to long on her face as we spoke. It didn't hep that the organization decided she was going to be living with me, that certainly cut into my privacy and pressed my unclean feelings further. I couldn't hep but to shadow her bodies movements with my eyes, she was beautiful, fair, shy and grace ful, everything I liked in a woman.
I pressed my head into a wall hoping to relive some of my mad foolishness, I needed to stay emotionaly detached to this girl, but how could I her lonelyniess seemed to beg for my empathy and care. Was Yuri infecting my mind with some form of telepathy, it certainly was not comon among our kind, though it was know to happen, and if she could was it on purpose. I was roused from my thinking by the smell of hot breakfast, a suprise, I couldn't cook I ate out a lot. I am rather suprised I am not fat.
I pulled a robe tightl around my self, ignoring my indecent thoughts, I moved from the bedroom wall and into our decent sized living room that ran up to our kitchen. Yuri was dressed in a somewhat oversized apron, that made her look like some anime character, especialy when you take into acount that she is wearing combat boots, bondage pants and a tucked in shirt. "The style fit her somehow" I thought as i approached the counter, I watch her sway this way and that as she moved hither and tither grabbing different supplies from the kitchen. She was adorable in that cute way that only made sense to fanboys, "What the hell is wrong with me" I wondered.
Forccibly I shook my head and managed to carry myself back to my bedroom some how, I tossed asside my robe and slipped on my thigh high black stockings hooking them to my garter belt with some trouble. Thoughts of debauchery began to fill my mind as I began slipping my black three tirred skirt over my hips buttoning it down the side, I really needed to get out of here before I lost my damn mind. I slipped on a plain old black tube top and a pair of knee high boots I had laying around and made my escape as fast as I could not bothering to disrupt Yuri.
I walked down the side walks of the streets of Neo-Tokyo, my boots crunching and thumping on the ground, plugged into my ears were songs of years long past. The harsh combinations of piano, organ, and eletric guitar rang out in my ears violating my eardrums, It was Nocturnal Romance by my favorite old band Moi Dix Mois. The entire time I couldn't help but feel alone and helpless even as I paced shoulder to shoulder with the citys residents, I could feel their eyes on me, looks of speculation, triumph, jeaslousy, admiration. I couldn't stand it, all these people staring at me and all I wanted were her eyes on my those deep red disturbing eyes. How I longed to have her notice me, the real her free of these implanted memories, how could I take advantage of something that wasn't real, how could I hurt her like that, she is so innocent. I hadn't cried in years, the last time I had cried I was holding on to the corpse of my child hood friend as she bled to death on me. I was begining to break it was all to much